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Part 3� Hunting
Lessons

Don went to work with Will the
next morning.� It felt very odd, like he
was taking a field trip to another kid�s school.� On the surface, the DEA�s office looked a lot
like the FBI�s, a lot like any federal law enforcement office.� Don usually wore a suit to work but today
he�d dressed like Will, in jeans and a button-down shirt.� Will had said that a suit would look very
strange at his office.
Indeed, it looked like quite a casual atmosphere here.� Don knew that offices reflected the boss�s
attitudes, so he quickly assessed Jan Sanchez as being someone who didn�t care
what� you looked like or how messy your
desk was, as long as you did your job well.�
Don remembered belatedly that it was Sanchez who�d known about Will�s
past and had sent him into The Chamber undercover.� Don would have to thank her for that �

Will introduced Don around to his co-workers, accepting
friendly digs at Don�s poor taste in men.�
A few of the people he recognized from baseball games or a joint FBI-DEA
barbeque that they�d gone to.� Martinez,
the only one Don knew well because he�d become an occasional attendee of their
Poker Nights, was in the hospital.� He
and Will would be going over later to talk to him.

Don shook Sanchez�s hand and they went into her office, Will
following.� Sanchez sat behind her desk
and waved for Don and Will to have a seat.

�So,� Sanchez said, looking between the two of them.� �Lovers, right?�

Don blushed and Will laughed.� �Yes, boss.�
Lovers, boyfriends, committed couple.�
Just what you�re looking for.�

Don nodded in agreement.

�Good,� Sanchez said.�
�Now, Eppes, tell me, how much undercover training do you have?� And don�t get macho and stupid on me, I don�t
like macho.�

�She doesn�t,� Will said fervently.

Don managed a small smile and said, �Very little, Ma�am. �I��

�No �Ma�am,�� Sanchez interrupted.� �I hate �Ma�am.��

�She�s a woman of definite opinions,� Will said with a grin.

�Ah,� Don said and repeated, �Very little.� I took the basic training at Quantico, of
course.� But I did spend several years in
Fugitive Recovery, which has some overlapping skills.�

Sanchez nodded.�
�Okay, I can work with that.�� She
gave Don a semi-apologetic smile.� �If I
had time, I�d give you a month of training, but I don�t.� So you�re gonna get a month�s training in less
than a week.� I hope you have your
running shoes on.�� She stood up and held
out her hand.�

Don shook it and Sanchez said with a smile, �Welcome to the hunt.�

The next four days were a crash course in DEA Undercover 101.� Don was given a refresher on basic undercover
strategies, such as how to blend in, act confident, and get information without
seeming to ask questions.� Don was
fascinated by the discussion of Social Engineering � the use of psychological
manipulation tactics - but they didn�t have time to get deep into it.�

He was taken down to the DEA�s gun range where he was
introduced to a huge range of guns.� An
undercover agent needed to know how to use whatever weapon was at hand.� He was able to skip the whole subject of
surveillance equipment, since he and Will were going in with nothing, not even
cellphones.� They talked to the four
agents that had been to Clear Creek and gleaned every tidbit they could,
including visiting Martinez in the hospital.

Mostly, Don learned about drugs.� The DEA hadn�t been able to lay their hands
on pure Cloud Ten yet, so Don was taught everything from what sort of chemicals
designer drugs were made from to what raw Cloud Ten or CTen might look
like.� He learned to recognize how an
innocent looking piece of equipment could be part of the manufacturing process
and what sort of detectable traces that process would leave on inert surfaces
and human bodies.� He was taught about the
storage and transportation and distribution of designer drugs.� He learned to recognize different drugs by
smell, appearance, and even taste.� They
brought in a doctor to teach him how to tell if someone was likely to be using
Cloud Ten, as well as what to do if he or Will got slipped a dose.� �

Don hadn�t studied this hard since Quantico.� His head ached at the end of each day, but
Will would give him a neck rub and quiz him on what he�d learned.�

�Most common structural analogues?�� Will asked, his hands digging into the knots
on Don�s shoulders.

�Tryptamines and phenethylamines,� Don replied, his eyes
closed.

�And Cloud Ten is probably?�

�Phenethylamine, probably of the 2C family.�

�Common melting point of 2Cs?�� Will�s wonderful hands loosened hours of
concentration-caused tension and Don sighed in relief.

Will waited a moment then repeated his question.

�200 to 240 degrees Celsius, usually in the higher
ranges,�� Don grumbled. �C�mon, Will, it�s
not like I�m gonna be cooking it.�

�You never know,� Will said mildly.� �Ways to take CTen?�

�Orally, snorted, though that�s pretty painful, and �� Don
shuddered.� �Rectally.�

Don answered questions for another twenty minutes before
Will was satisfied. All that time, Will continued his massage so by the time
Will had gone through all the lessons for the day, Don was mumbling his replies,
his body a puddle of loose muscles and tiredness.

Will leaned over Don�s shoulder and wrapped his arms around
Don.� �Last question.� What would my honorary drug dog like for
supper?�

�Something you can pour down my throat while I sit here,�
Don mumbled.

Will laughed, �Poor baby.�
I�ll make you some den jang
soup and rice.�

�Thank you, mommy.�

Will ruffled Don�s hair and turned to the fridge.� Don put his head down on the table and dozed
while waiting for his dinner.

By Friday, Don felt as ready as he was going to get.� Which was good, because they were going to
Clear Creek the next day.

That night, Don and Will packed a bag of supplies for
Monster and took him over to Charlie�s.�
They had been invited over for dinner as well.� Don felt more like a quiet evening at home,
but his family was understandably interested in what he�d learned, and maybe
even a little concerned about his safety.

Sniffing the wonderful smells of dinner, Don, Will, and
Monster came through the front door.�
Colby took the cat supplies from them and the next few minutes were
taken up with questions and instructions for Monster�s extended stay.� Don and Will were booked for a full week at
Clear Creek, and they really hoped they wouldn�t be coming home early like the
other couples had.� Nena would be
thrilled when she arrived at Charlie�s on Monday to find Monster staying
over.�� Don was actually a little worried
that they�d have trouble getting Monster to go home after this.

Alan had cooked up a storm, and Charlie had helped, as
evidenced by the geometrically shaped potato slices in the scalloped
potatoes.� By the amount of food Alan
made, one might think that Don and Will were going to a wilderness survival
camp where they would need to survive on body fat alone.

After the lamb chops were all served, Alan asked, �So tell
us about this place you�re going to.�� Then
added before Don could protest, �Not a name or location, of course.�

�Well,� Will said, �it�s for couples to spend some time
together, either with formal sessions with a counselor, or other couples, or
just relaxing in private.�

Alan chuckled.� �In my
time, we called them communes.�

Don laughed.� �I doubt
your �communes� had a full spa, several pools, and a gourmet restaurant.�

�Ah, no,� Alan smiled.�
�The food was definitely not gourmet.�

�Won�t you have to � be having problems?�� Charlie asked.� �I mean, in your relationship?� Isn�t that why people go there?�

�Some,� Will admitted, �But it�s also a �relationship
renewal� thing.� We�re completely cut off
from the outside world � no phones, TV, Internet, anything.�� He gave Don a grin.� �So we�ll be forced to focus on each other.�

�Sounds tough,� Colby laughed.

�If we were just going there for fun,� Don said, bringing
instant seriousness back to the table.�

�Yeah,� Will said with a sigh, then he smiled again.� �Though we�re under strict orders to not do
any �cop work� for the first 48 hours, to establish our cover.�

�But, as he said,� Don continued, his face still
serious.� �We�ll have no access to the
outside world, and we�ll be going in completely naked � no weapons, no
cellphones, no surveillance equipment, nothing that will get us recognized.�

�Nope,� Will said, his voice deliberately light. ��Just armed with our wits and training.�

�We still don�t know for sure why the other two couples were
spotted, so we have to play this for real.�
The first couple just got food poisoning, but one of the second couple
got seriously injured, so they�re escalating.�
Who knows that would happen if they found a third couple.��

Charlie went pale, and Alan clenched his napkin.� Don grimaced and chastised himself for
letting his concerns show to his family.�
Will shot him a look that said exactly the same thing.

�I�ve been totally prepped, though,� Don said, shaking off his
dark thoughts with an effort.� �I felt
like I was back at Quantico again, but this time everything was about drugs,
drugs, drugs.�

Will smiled.� �We�ll
make a drug dog out of you yet.�

�God, Charlie,� Don said with a groan. ��You would have loved all this chemistry I had
to learn!�

�Chemistry?�� Charlie
asked.

�Yeah, the drug we�re hunting is actually manufactured
there, we think.�

�Oh,� Charlie said with interest.� �Psychoactive drugs modified at the molecular
level to get around drug laws.�

�Yup,� Will said.� �It�s
amazing how easy it is to make your own drugs.�

Alan said, his voice determinedly cheerful, �Now that really
sounds like a commune.�

Everyone laughed, maybe a little too loudly, but the bad
moment passed and they could relax for now.�
�Don told everyone about Will�s
team, passed on some of their best DEA stories, including some pretty
spectacular ones that starred Will.� Will
just smiled and refused to say which stories were true and which were tall
tales.

Over supper, Don and Will explained a little bit about what
cover they were going to use.� Following
the mantra of undercover work that the simplest deceptions were easiest to
maintain, they were changing nothing about themselves except for their last
names and their current occupation. �Both
of them had chosen occupations that in some other lifetime they could see
themselves still in � Will as an EMT and Don in fugitive recovery, though on an
independent basis.

After supper, Don pulled Colby off to the side and grilled
him on what had gone on at the FBI in his absence.� It made him uncomfortable to think that
things were going on without him, and he had to remind himself that he was
doing something important elsewhere.� In
the four days that he�d been training with the DEA, another body had been
found, dead on Cloud Ten.� This time it
had been a fifteen-year-old boy, and he really wanted to get the bastards
making this dangerous drug.

They got up to go fairly early, wanting at least some of a
quiet evening together before they had to be constantly on their guard.

As they left, Alan took both Don and Will by the hands and
said quietly but fervently, �Take care of each other.�

�Yes, sir,� Will said and Don nodded firmly.

Monster tried to follow them out the door, but Alan held him
back while Don reluctantly shut the door.�
Monster looked hurt.� Through the
door, Don heard his dad explaining the situation to Monster.� He and Will exchanged a smile, picturing
Monster listening closely to Alan�s explanation then demanding an extra treat
for his abandonment.

They held hands and walked to the car.� Then it was home to bed for one more time
before the performance began.
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